Twenty-one hours after the official start of the battle in the Cowei woodland, that is, at 7 a.m. on the 20th, less than half an hour before dawn.

The fighting on the Central and Eastern Lines has calmed down.

And the battle under the command of Sir Bowenwright on the Western Front continued, and became more and more fierce as time went on, and in just a few hours, the orcs dropped nearly 3,000 corpses under the giant wooden walls of the fortress area of the Western Front!

The orc commander doesn't care about the life or death of his own soldiers!

At this moment, the orcs are using the corpses of their comrades to build a 'ladder', and they are almost successful!

"Use tar to burn those corpses!" Watching the orc warriors rush to the edge of the city wall one after another, the recruits who had just been replenished by the Third Corps looked extremely panicked, and they actually brought tar!

"Do you want to burn down our walls, idiot!" the veterans usually give the recruit a slap in the face and kick him off the wall to make him reflect.

Although each pillar of the Great Wood Wall was painted with a special mixture of paint and carved with magical runes, which could defend against enemy rockets or small bonfires, no one could guarantee that a fire that would burn thousands of corpses would not spread to the wall.

"Let the crossbow attack cover the entire area of the wall!" said Sir Bowenlight, who had awoken up an hour earlier, and stood on the tower of the command post in the inner fort and shouted at his herald, "Go and tell the commander of Lemsit that the bolts and arrows assigned to him must be used up by me within ten minutes... It's a military order!" said the old sir, almost with a roar at the end.

Ten minutes earlier, he had discovered that the crossbow bolts and arrows in the staggered defensive attack lines were seriously inadequate... He knew that this was intentional on the part of the front commander, the commander of the 3rd Corps, Knight Lemsit, and the young corps commander was thinking about the battle in the back, but the problem was that now was not the time to think about the battle in the back!

Because, with the current attack intensity of the orcs and the morale of the decisive battle, once they are allowed to gain a firm foothold on the city wall, the current state of the soldiers of the Third Corps will not be able to stop it at all!

When the herald had left, Sir Bowenright asked his lieutenant, Knight Grofilo, "When will the reinforcements that Baron Pedi promised arrive?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't take more than half an hour. The adjutant replied, and then added: "In terms of time, the convoy should have arrived at the outskirts of our defense area, and perhaps we should send men from the 1st Corps to meet it." ”

A sound suggestion.

"No need. But Sir Bowenwright did not take it, he looked at the battle on the wall ahead, "Let the soldiers of the First Legion rest for a while, and take out all the spare supplies in the warehouse!"

"Sir, these supplies..."

"Do as I say, it's an order. ”

"Yes, sir!"

The knight of Grofilo departed quickly, and Sir Bowenlet cast his eyes on the endless sky, the stars in the distance had turned white, and the morning sun of winter was now hanging on the edge of the vast sky.

"How long has Baron Prutt been gone?" asked the guard next to him, his chief of staff had recently left to greet Pedy Reagan, who was about to arrive on the Western Front.

"Twenty minutes or so. The armored guard closest to the old knight replied.

"Stepping"

"Stepping"

The guard's words landed, and a scout with a flag on his back caught Sir Bowenwright's attention... The scout's horse galloped straight to the command post barracks, and shouted to the old knight on the tower, "Baron Pedi has entered the barracks!"

In fact, at this time, there was no need for the scout's reminder, the old sir had already seen a fire moving rapidly in the direction of the northern camp in the fortress area, and the giant bear battle flag was extremely dazzling in the eyes of the old sir at this moment.

...

Ten minutes later,

There were many more people around Sir Bowenwright on the tower of the command post, and Pedi was naturally the most dazzling of these people, and everyone around him gathered around him.

"How's the battle?" Pedi leaned his hands on the fence and stared at the battle near the wall, where he was moved by the sound of a shout that could shake his eardrums.

"The Orcs are attacking fiercely, and they don't care about the life or death of their soldiers!" Baron Prut said precipitously.

Sir Bowenwright glanced at his chief of staff, and then said: "The Third Corps has suffered heavy losses in the past few hours, nearly half of the soldiers have been unable to continue the battle, and the experienced spearmen of the orcs are always able to accurately hit our soldiers guarding the walls, I am afraid..."

Pedi interrupted the old sir, "I have brought a large amount of armaments and supplies, and there will be more to come, and besides, the nobles of the Twak Command are raising more supplies, and the laborers in the rear are also rushing to make it. He turned his head to look at the old knight and said, "So, try to keep the battle under the walls!"

"Sooner or later, however, the orcs will storm the walls. "I have no intention of vetoing your decision, but you should be able to see that even if our attack were doubled, the orc warriors would still be on the wall in three hours." ”

Pedi immediately said: "I brought a mage and a squadron of paladins who will guarantee the battle on the city walls!"

"My lord, with all due respect, we should find a way to solve our opponents at the root!" Sir Bowenwright apparently had a better plan, "you have nearly thirty-odd troops and have nothing to do now, they..."

"You know I don't like to go around. Pedi interrupted the old sir's nonsense, and he stared into the other's eyes and said, "If you want to say what you can do, please do it as soon as possible, I'm listening to it now." ”

Bowenwright was also looking at his master at the moment, he took a deep breath and said, "We can take the initiative now..."

"Your Excellency—" Baron Prut tried to steal the conversation.

But the old sir's voice suddenly became louder, "We have nearly 20,000 troops on the central and eastern lines, as well as the Eleventh Army, if these troops can be assembled on the flank of the fort defense area within six hours, then, as long as we make a little deployment, the fort area can instantly become a trap for ambushing orcs." ”

"What if the orcs divert the target while we move our troops?" Baron Prut was the first to stand up and contradict his immediate superior, apparently the two had discussed this battle plan before, and he and the old knight had different opinions.

Sir Bowenwright did not ignore Baron Pruitt, he looked at Pedy and said, "So, we need enough bait. ”

"Do you want Baron Pedy to be in danger?" Hades said suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke.

Pedi took a step forward at this time, blocking the view between Hades and Sir Bowenlet, he looked at the old knight, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Why should we use our forces to annihilate this orc army?"

"What?" Sir Bowenright was stunned, and Baron Prut, who was beside him, was stunned.

"Look at this information. Pedi said as he threw a bloody piece of information into the old sir's arms, and whispered, "We just need to stay here, and if we can't, then retreat." He gently moved the knuckles of his arm, "Trust me, sir, if we retreat, someone is more anxious than we are." ”

"Do you mean Stone-Silveraxe, or Andy Barrett?" At this time, the old knight had finished reading the information that Pedy had handed him, and he was thinking about what Pedi had just said.